Analysis of BUBBLES (Poem 43)

Bubbles are floating and floating around.
I blow them up and they slowly glide down.

Sparkles of blue and pink in them I see
As they glisten in the sunlight for me.

I give a blow and shoot one up high,
And slowly I watch it go up into the sky.

Then gliding down I watch them all come,
When hitting the grass, they all succumb.

I put in my wand and pull out some more bubbles,
For blowing them up seems to lesson my troubles.

(c) Copyright by Jean E. Gorney